Carlton: Oh, I knew it. I told you we shouldn't have left Luther here.
Ashley: Luther did this? Will, dad is going to kill you.
Will: Me? W-why? No, he's not. I mean, first of all, we don't even know that Luther did this. And second of all, Uncle Phil's a fair man. He can't blame me for none of this.
Philip: Will, I'll kill you!
Will: Look, Uncle Phil, this ain't my fault, man.
Philip: I don't believe this. "Why don't you give him a job, Uncle Phil? Huh? Huh? I got a good feeling about him, Uncle Phil."
Will: L- Look, Uncle Phil, I'm telling you there- there's probably a perfectly good explanation for all of this.
Philip: Like what?
Will: Whew. Maybe Luther took all our stuff to get it scotch guarded. It could happen.
Philip: Oh, shut up! Any idiot could see he's guilty. I'm calling the police.